Disclaimer: The X-Men characters belong to Marvel comics. And in case you
were wondering, InterNutter, here it is. Sorry about the past three
chapters; the site screwed up the format when I uploaded them for some
apparent reason.
Hi it's Lian again. I'm sorry to make a pest of myself, but I need someone to talk to. I am very frightened and no one will tell me anything. I did hear a little bit, thanks to Sun-Yi's snooping. Instant she heard whispers of discontent; she had to know about it. She drives me crazy sometimes but for once I am thankful for her snooping. Course Mama found out about it. After punishing Sun-Yi, she decided it'd probably be best to tell us. Apparently a woman disappeared, an outsider, not a circus person. I saw a picture of her. She was real pretty with brown skin and white hair. She looked kind of like "The Duchess." That's what everyone calls Simone. There have been people of all shapes and sizes crawling all over every inch of the hippodrome (Mr. Mischke taught me that word.) Mr. Henrie and everyone else have been scrambling around like chickens with their heads cut off. They've cancelled the shows for the next few days, which is a good thing for I haven't been able to concentrate. Thank good for my harness otherwise I would have hit the ground pretty hard. Hao laughed at me when I slipped doing one of my simpler tricks. Mom has told us if anyone asks us any questions, not to answer. She says they might use what we say against us. Thank god they haven't asked any of us performers. I heard that they throw you in jail if you answer wrong. They've been asking Mr. Henrie lots of questions. I see him running about looking terribly worried. I asked Matsya and Lakshmi (they're living with him) if they knew anything, but they couldn't tell me anything. After I messed up some simple tricks, stuff so simple even a three-year- old could do them, Hao asked me to climb down from the pole. He set it on the ground to make it easier. He said because of the hullabaloo going on that I was probably too distracted to get anything done. After I had climbed down and unfastened my harness, he offered to take me out for a soda. I said, "Yes." I resisted the urge to dance around the ring, shouting, "Yes," over and over again. We slipped out the back and went to a local place, a diner I think. After awhile of touring, all places start to look the same. Hao ordered us some drinks and we had a good long chat about our professions. Because he was older, he gave me some tips for the Chinese poles. He came to the United States at the age of seven so his accent is even thicker than mine. Truth be told, my memories of China are more faded images than anything else so I asked him what he remembered. Unfortunately he couldn't remember much either. I think memory begins at the age of seven. After a bit, I decided to sit back and listen to some of the conversations going on a couple tables down. For some reason, Americans are a lot more outspoken in restaurants than they ever are at home. The stuff I hear could make terrific soap operas! Finally I asked Hao if he knew more about the missing woman. He told me her name's Ororo Munroe. That's quite a peculiar name; I wonder what country she's from? Wherever it is, I hope they find her. After we finished our sodas, we paid our bill, and left. We talked some more about this Ororo Munroe. Apparently there have been some strange rumours flying around. Apparently someone found her purse abandoned not to far from the tent, so they blame us. I remember telling him, "That's silly." He didn't say a word but smiled in agreement. Then before we got back, he kissed me! I'm serious; he kissed me right on the cheek. It wasn't like in the movies where they shared tongues but it felt just as special! I practically floated back to the trailer where Mama was waiting with dinner. She scolded me for being late and took a portion out of my allowance, but I didn't care. Hao loved me and that was enough for me.
Hi it's Lian again. I'm sorry to make a pest of myself, but I need someone to talk to. I am very frightened and no one will tell me anything. I did hear a little bit, thanks to Sun-Yi's snooping. Instant she heard whispers of discontent; she had to know about it. She drives me crazy sometimes but for once I am thankful for her snooping. Course Mama found out about it. After punishing Sun-Yi, she decided it'd probably be best to tell us. Apparently a woman disappeared, an outsider, not a circus person. I saw a picture of her. She was real pretty with brown skin and white hair. She looked kind of like "The Duchess." That's what everyone calls Simone. There have been people of all shapes and sizes crawling all over every inch of the hippodrome (Mr. Mischke taught me that word.) Mr. Henrie and everyone else have been scrambling around like chickens with their heads cut off. They've cancelled the shows for the next few days, which is a good thing for I haven't been able to concentrate. Thank good for my harness otherwise I would have hit the ground pretty hard. Hao laughed at me when I slipped doing one of my simpler tricks. Mom has told us if anyone asks us any questions, not to answer. She says they might use what we say against us. Thank god they haven't asked any of us performers. I heard that they throw you in jail if you answer wrong. They've been asking Mr. Henrie lots of questions. I see him running about looking terribly worried. I asked Matsya and Lakshmi (they're living with him) if they knew anything, but they couldn't tell me anything. After I messed up some simple tricks, stuff so simple even a three-year- old could do them, Hao asked me to climb down from the pole. He set it on the ground to make it easier. He said because of the hullabaloo going on that I was probably too distracted to get anything done. After I had climbed down and unfastened my harness, he offered to take me out for a soda. I said, "Yes." I resisted the urge to dance around the ring, shouting, "Yes," over and over again. We slipped out the back and went to a local place, a diner I think. After awhile of touring, all places start to look the same. Hao ordered us some drinks and we had a good long chat about our professions. Because he was older, he gave me some tips for the Chinese poles. He came to the United States at the age of seven so his accent is even thicker than mine. Truth be told, my memories of China are more faded images than anything else so I asked him what he remembered. Unfortunately he couldn't remember much either. I think memory begins at the age of seven. After a bit, I decided to sit back and listen to some of the conversations going on a couple tables down. For some reason, Americans are a lot more outspoken in restaurants than they ever are at home. The stuff I hear could make terrific soap operas! Finally I asked Hao if he knew more about the missing woman. He told me her name's Ororo Munroe. That's quite a peculiar name; I wonder what country she's from? Wherever it is, I hope they find her. After we finished our sodas, we paid our bill, and left. We talked some more about this Ororo Munroe. Apparently there have been some strange rumours flying around. Apparently someone found her purse abandoned not to far from the tent, so they blame us. I remember telling him, "That's silly." He didn't say a word but smiled in agreement. Then before we got back, he kissed me! I'm serious; he kissed me right on the cheek. It wasn't like in the movies where they shared tongues but it felt just as special! I practically floated back to the trailer where Mama was waiting with dinner. She scolded me for being late and took a portion out of my allowance, but I didn't care. Hao loved me and that was enough for me.